prompt; iNSaNiTY
fandom; psycho-pass
word count; 158
The numbers inflated as each second burst. The clock was ticking heavily, as she isolated herself into a corner.
Her crime coefficient was only elevating, and refused to deescalate. Her hues were cloudier and cloudier, nearing a state of pitch black if the rates sustained.
100.
150.
200.
250.
300.
She laughed. Where was the righteous, ideal Akane Tsunemori? Where was the naive Inspector, overflowing with a strong sense of justice?
Sibyl's last hope-- shattered.
They thought that it would've been impossible for someone like her to be classified as a latent criminal. They thought wrong.
"I'm sorry, Kougami. Don't you remember your words of advice, so long ago?" she softly whispered into the space, devoid of anything else.
The phrase flickered through her mind.
When something impossible happens, there are only two possibilities. Either your assumptions are wrong, or you have gone crazy.
"Yeah. We've all gone insane, haven't we?"
Her lips arched into a psychopathic smile.
